Chapter Sixty-Four

I Am Very Proud Of My Humbleness

“The imagination is the spur of delights... all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?”

~Marquis de Sade

If I hadn’t ran to the pool completely naked from our trailer before, I would probably have been freaking out with the number of people who stepped outside to watch us.

The boom box blaring out classic rock at six in the morning had a lot to do with it. I think a number of people had also heard we’d be making the run, saw us the day before or had been watching us on closed-circuit TV as we were prepared for the jog!

Some would jeer and yell something at us. The scorn was usually from women who seemed jealous on some level. The comments usually had to do with how ugly, fat, or disgusting we were – and I knew we were none of those things.

Ted insisted we wave and nod anyway. “Come on you little snots,” he would shout over the music how they got up and walked out to greet us, “the least you can do is wave at them!”

Some would cheer us on and yell something encouraging. It was usually disgusting and perverted “Shake them titties!” or “Watch those asses go!” The perverted cat-calls, even though they were supposed to be inspiring, actually served to reinforce how degraded we were.

They weren’t “Hey! Way to go Ellen! Your family will be so proud you sacrificed your dignity to help them. You are so strong to endure this discipline and accept it.”

They were coming out to laugh, smile, and poke fun at the sordid bitches who were expected to trot through the trailer park with their naked bodies on display for the amusement of the local rednecks.

It almost felt like celebrity status. I don’t mean J-Lo or Ben Affleck movie star status. I am talking more like Tay Zonday or Boxxy internet fame status. People know about you and talk about you – and you are kind of a novelty when you pass by.

We didn’t stop or slow down for anyone after Mrs. Sanderson though. I pretty much knew all the turns and twists we’d have to take to get to Seminole from Glory Hill, but my Aunt set the pace and never slowed down.

Savannah kept good pace with her mom, and Ryan and I had little choice but to run right behind them while Ted periodically swiped at us with his leather corded whip. It didn’t hurt or cut the skin – but he made “Yaw!” sounds as he urged us to keep jogging.

As he had every time we made this run, Boogie had magically appeared behind us in his van in order to watch us run. He played his confederate-style horn loudly and blasted his own music while he shouted obscenities at us from the window, “Let me see those tits!!”

Kung-Fu Dave and his sister had also been standing along this route since we started running it in the mornings. Today would be no exception and I saw him hold his hands up to get Ted’s attention so he could pitch a new deal. He was wearing a white Karate Gi with a black belt and the words “Ninja Blak Belt” written in magic marker across the front of it.

“Hold on, I got a Ninjetty deal for ya!” Dave was already frantically starting his pitch as he pimped his sister standing next to him. She was wearing a tiny pink bikini and holding a large cat in her arms while she waited for us. It looked like she had fixed her mud-red hair and applied some of her best most expensive, cheap make-up for this deal, but she stood there slouched at the shoulder and looking bored while she chewed and popped her gum. He had her dressed in a pink bikini that left little to the imagination about her body. She may have had flappy boobs but in that suit she looked pretty good. I don’t think anything would change the fact she was considered the ultimate ‘butter face’ by everyone.

Everywhere looks okay “but her face”.

His sister Ashley didn’t seem surprised at all that we were naked with dildos in our mouth. They both waited on us like one might the mid-day bus. “Ted, Ted, this is for reals! I have got the best deal and you gonna like it,” Dave shouted at us as he hawked his sister to participate in our scam for the umpteenth time.

I heard Ted casually instruct my brother, “Take an egg and chuck it at that cross-eyed, buck-tooth skank.”

My brother reached into the Igloo cooler at his side and chucked an egg right at Ashley –hitting her right in the side of the head with a kersploosh. The egg projectile connected and splattered yellow yolk all down the side of her neck.

She had obviously put on what she considered her best pink bikini and spent a decent amount of time getting the tangles out and curling her hair. The look on her face was priceless, as the egg struck her square in the side of the head and oozed down, her mouth hung open in disbelief at what just happened.

I know I will sound like a total asshole for saying this, but the look of surprise, anguish, and betrayal on her face was actually quite funny. If you had been there and seen how perfect my brother’s aim was and her reaction – it was priceless.

Savannah giggled a little but the dildo gag had been secured in place and I hate to admit – I felt the urge to giggle as well. I think I just got caught up in how absurdly over the top it all was.

“Oh Ashley,” Dave comforted his sister in his dufus-like way, “I could have judy-chopped that egg if it came to me but I couldn’t get to it in time!” then he began chasing after our golf-cart yelling “Ted Gaylord! You have earned my venn-jance! You are going to face my wrath for this! I was going to give you a good deal but now my price is double if you want to deal with me! Come back here! I will make it less! Stop! I won’t charge you double! Okay, this is your last chance! Please?”

I heard his voice fade as we outpaced him and he yelled out, “I put a Ninjetty curse on yoooooh! Teddddd Gaylordddddd!”

No one looked back – but I have to admit I was still laughing for a full minute.

“Haw-haw,” I heard Ted slap Conner on the back and laugh, “I didn’t think you’d really hit her with the egg!”

“I used to bulls-eye womp rats in my T-16 back home,” Conner answered him with his dead pan reply.

“I don’t know what you are talking about half the time but you are kind of a trip,” Ted chuckled warmly, “That bitch was definitely a fucking womp rat though.”

The entire run probably took twenty minutes but it seemed like an hour. My heart was racing as we neared the swimming pool. This was the main entrance to the swimming pool. Even though I knew what to expect there – I sometimes imagined my mom and dad waiting at the pool ready to have a sit down intervention with me. “Ellen,” they would say quite seriously, “We need to talk about what you’ve been doing. First, take that black rubber dildo out of your mouth.”

I amused myself with those absurd scenarios to keep my mind off the fact that I would soon be sucking the cock of anyone with money and if I failed to contribute enough – I’d really be a prostitute for the next two days. I suppose sucking dick for money qualifies one to consider herself a prostitute anyway – doesn’t it?

We also saw one of the other trailer park flashers. Donger likes to put on tennis shoes and run between the trailers, but this one just likes to stand in his window with the curtains wide open dressed in a woman’s nightgown with his erect penis pressed to the window. I didn’t really get a good look at him, but there was a lot of laughter and waves from Ted and Daisy in the golf cart – as if they were glad to see him.

I had heard that trailer park flashers were tolerated but not appreciated. They were kind of like flies at a barbecue picnic – you expect them but don’t welcome them. There were supposedly about two or three flashers currently, but I had only met Donger. I was looking forward to Savannah giving him a piece of her mind for shitting right behind where we were standing and making us smell his butt-cheese all last night – the disgusting scent was still in my nostrils.

In the past when we rolled up to the swimming pool there might have been one or two people milling around, but today there were already people waiting for us as we rounded Junior’s trailer and headed for the community center.

Catfish was there and he had begun setting things up. The first thing I noticed was in the empty field where we had bonfires earlier in the week and had wrestled the day before – they had set up some make-shift bleachers out of wood planks and concrete bricks.

Chicken wire fencing had been set up around a pit, full of porcelain toilet bowls, and my parents broken down car was sitting in the center with some other junk. The tires and engine had been completely stripped. There was a small sign by the booth which outlined the pricing to destroy whatever was inside the pit.

Two dollars to take a sledgehammer and just start smashing for five minutes and five dollars to shoot three shotgun shells anywhere you wanted. It sounded dangerous, loud and probably like a helluva lot of fun to the local rednecks. I smiled, realizing this particular method of making money wouldn’t directly involve my humiliation.

Catfish was a carpenter and electrician by trade and he was busy wiring up loud speakers, and what seemed to be possibly an obstacle course out in the field.

I could smell breakfast sausage sizzling on an open grill next to the pool. Someone had set up a little cook stand and was preparing breakfast. I have to admit – despite the butterflies in my stomach dancing the moonwalk across my bladder and raising my pulse - the smell wafting across the morning air was delicious and inviting. They had even set up an ice-chest and snack bags of chips for sale at their make-shift concession stand as well.

The DJ booth was already powered on and blasting music. The V.I.P. tent had a couple of the regulars waiting inside and it looked like the Wrestler was already drinking beer. “You can’t drink all day if you don’t start early in the mornin’!’” he shouted as he held aloft a red solo cup, “Wha-ooogah!”

The wrestler was wearing blue stretchy Louis Garneau knock off Lycra shorts that weight lifters sometimes wear and that showed the outline of his cock and balls as well as a shirt featuring a guy who looked just like him and the caption “Cactus Jack”. I started to wonder if the wrestler WAS Cactus Jack and not just a fan.

The Leaner was with him. He was grinning and leaning against a garbage can, as he so often did while he leered at our naked bodies. Ted pulled the cart right up to the curb by the V.I.P tent and had us stop and wait.

“Stand up with your legs shoulder’s width apart,” Ted ordered us to put our hands behind our heads, stick our chests out, and clench our ass cheeks. “You bitches are here because you done fucked up,” he turned on a portable microphone and spoke through tinny loud speakers that Catfish had strung up around the pool area.

“Sorry,” Catfish apologized for the tin-can sound, “The speakers were for square dance calling – they were all I could get on short notice,” he was walking towards us appreciatively. “You guys get to have all the fun while I am here doing the work.”

Ted nodded, “You are the best at what you do,” and then he smiled into the microphone, “And I am the best at what I do!”

“Which is?” Catfish smiled at Ted’s quixotic boasts, “Besides being humble, that is.”

“I am VERY proud of my humbleness,” Ted spoke to Catfish over the microphone – the few people at the pool could only hear Ted’s side of the conversation, but they didn’t seem to care. “You are good at mixing drinks, fixing stuff, electrician work, carpentry, fixing cars,” Ted told Catfish as if those things were equal to his one, “and I am a master at keeping the women folk in line!”

“Well, that you are,” Catfish smelled my neck as he walked past, “I love the way teenage girls smell.”

“They stay the same age and we keep getting older,” Ted chuckled.

When Catfish saw Ryan he asked if Lloyd had shrunk and told us we might have to “Throw this one back – until he gets a little meat on his bones.”

“That is pussy-boy,” Ted explained Ryan’s punishment was to last until ours ended and that he’d be used to support today’s “fun and games.”

“Well, that is good! I was worried we might be a little short-handed,” Catfish was eager to take us all on a tour of the things he made and get started before people really started showing up.

There were already four or five people at the pool and it was still very early. The sign above the gate said in big letters “BFuckman Pool Grand Opening – Everybody Cum and Swim!”

“Dammit, someone already turned my B into an F,” Catfish noticed the sign had been altered by a vandal with only a little surprise and disappointment – as if he had fully expected the vandalism, but thought he had a little more time before it happened.

“It’s a Buckman tradition,” Odd-Jobs assured him not to bother fixing it, while Conner started untying us from the leads that bound us to one another and removing our gags.

“You girls want to stay naked and keep those tails up your asses all day, or are you ready to try on the bathing suits you insisted on wasting three hundred hard earned dollars, money we needed for baby formula?”

“Spends more money than god-damned Obama!” an old man who was drinking a beer at one of the tables by the pool shouted angrily from a distance.

“Fuck Obama!” Ted said into the microphone and I wasn’t surprised to hear a few people yell their support for that statement. I would expect rich people who lived in Cherry Lawn Estates to dislike Obama because they are wealthy Republicans. I couldn’t for the life of me understand why so many of the people here, who were on Government assistance, seemed to feel exactly the same way as the rich elite about his policies.

My parents had always taught me to be liberal and progressive – and I guess it just seemed like common sense to me to be on that side – but no one here shared that political opinion and I wasn’t going to challenge it. I was thinking I might want to say something about it later when I get more into my ‘rich bitch’ character, but would I be a Mitt Romney supporter? He is a rich asshole too, or would they hate me more if I were an Obama lover?

“These bitches are going to pay for that – why don’t you come on over and get a V.I.P front row seat, Sir?” Ted offered politely to the man who had been speaking.

The old man held up one finger to flip Ted off and took a drag from his cigarette. I could barely hear him here from where he was but it was something like, “Why do you think I am here you fuck? I ain’t going to pay shit though.”

Conner said he looked like famed comic book author “Stan Lee” and had to explain “The guy who made Spiderman!”

“Cheap asses,” Savannah shook her head in disgust once the gag was out and wiped the spit and drool from her chin. She turned to Ted and said, “Sir, I will get on my knees and suck your dick RIGHT now if you let me go over and punch that guy in the balls, please?”

Ted laughed and told her she’d be hanging on his dick before the day was done, but that we had to get our suits on and get ready to have our attitudes ‘permanently adjusted’.

“How about just letting me go pee though, please? I’ll get on my knees and beg?” Savannah was dancing the well-known pee-pee dance of someone who is moving back and forth in a futile attempt to prevent themselves from exploding urine everywhere.

“Hey!” Catfish excitedly pointed out that was the first step on the tour, “They can try it out before the tricks start filling in!” He insisted we follow him to some sand piles in the dirt field near the wreck of my family car.

“Hey, I like the piercings!” Catfish complimented my Aunt as he watched the silvered rings in her nipples bounce as she walked with her hands behind her back.

“Well thank you Sir,” my Aunt beamed with pride and offered him a full view of her nipples and pussy, standing so that he could see her clit ring. “Ted bought them for me to show off my pussy and tits – you really like them?”

Catfish reached over casually to fondle the matching silvered piercing in my Aunt’s clit like it was his possession. He looked up at Ted just for an instant to see if that was okay afterwards but Ted just smiled back at him. “What gauge are these?”

“Two, sir” my Aunt let him flip the piercing up and then have a feel of her tits while encouraging his attention. “Big Mike did the piercing.”

“Ooh, I like his work.” Catfish said he’d have to show her an Eagle holding the American flag he’d had done later, as he smacked her butt playfully to keep us walking towards his surprise.

We were walked over to where a dirt hill was next to a crane and my family car. The car had been set up to be demolished, but the crane was obviously used to dig a small pit nearby. “I was able to get a cheap deal for all these busted toilets! And I had this great idea – why not charge people to BREAK shit?”

The car was surrounded by toilets and concrete blocks and spray painted with misspelled slogans like CHERRY LAWN SUCKS and RICH PEEPLE SHULD BUY AMERICAN!

Odd-Jobs begrudgingly agreed it was a nice distraction, once Catfish obliged himself to haul it all away once everything was pounded into smithereens. “I set up a toilet for the bitches – where you can pay to watch.”

Catfish had parked a small bulldozer next to a pit with one of the only toilets that looked completely unbroken right under it. The toilet had been painted in concentric red rings like a bulls-eye and had been lowered into the ground about six feet.

“Savannah – demonstrate for me?” Catfish enthusiastically asked my cousin – although the implication was she had little choice. He stood her behind the bulldozer underneath the big metal shovel.

“This better not pull me in half with that fucking backhoe.” She reluctantly stood under the crane where Catfish had positioned her.

He sat in the bulldozer and expertly worked the controls while looking over his shoulder.

“What kind of horsepower does this baby have?” Savannah asked with a spritely curiosity. I had almost forgotten what an automobile aficionado she was.

Catfish said nothing as he positioned the crane right over her head. He made her wait while he put her arms into straps that attached to the crane and made her step into a harness that kept her legs spread far apart. “It’s 78 horse power – 3.4 liters of pure power, baby.”

He smacked her on the ass and jumped back into the seat to lift her up by the hydraulic shovel and hang her over the toilet. “Let it rip,” Catfish left my cousin hanging precariously several feet over the pit by her arms.

My cousin was in no position to argue or struggle – her arms were completely secured so she could not move them and her legs were wide open so that we could see her entire pussy spread before us and the tail swinging between her legs. It actually looked painful as it stretched her lithe body and she hung there vulnerable and swinging in the wind.

“Someone’ take this fucking dildo out of my ass, first?” Savannah even said please as she wobbled back and forth on the chain she was hanging on.

Savannah could put on a brave face when she was scared but this time I think she was actually not only not afraid but having fun swinging back and forth. “Yee-motherfucking-haw!” she rocked herself back and forth gaining momentum to swing.

Conner caught her leg with his arm and spun her around so that her pert, little bubble butt faced him.

“Aww shit, I was having fun, Sir!” Savannah seemed cheerfully enthusiastic about being suspended above the pit like an actress playing Peter Pan on the stage during the flying scenes. “We could probably charge money just to hang on this thing – instead of watching us take a shit.”

“Patience you must have my Padawan,” Conner pulled the rubber butt plug right out of my cousin’s ass with no resistance. She wriggled her ass as he freed the dildo from her butt but didn’t fight him on it.

“Stick that thing in her fool mouth,” Ted sounded impatient to see a demonstration of Catfish’s new game. “Catfish, you ARE a hopeless romantic, aren’t you?” Ted said sarcastically of the devious little challenge he was being shown.

“That isn’t the rules,” Savannah stuck her tongue out at Ted offering him her sour and defiant face, “you are just making this up as you go and being a meanie butt, Sir!!” She wasn’t struggling to free herself but she was registering her disgust with having to participate.

I may have been reading into things, but it felt as though she was curious if he’d really make her go through with it – or how it all was supposed to work. If she really didn’t want to do it she could have probably shimmied out of the harness and run for the high hills, and kicked Ted right in the nuts as she did.

“Them IS the rules,” Ted insisted she quit being stubborn and just open her cock-sucking mouth. Once Savannah opened her mouth wide enough, Catfish lowered her into the pit enough that my brother could put her butt plug in her mouth. Savannah clenched her teeth around it and I heard her say “This has shit on it though!!” as her mouth was stuffed.

“Tough shit,” Ted told her it was from her own ass – and people have been expected to kiss her ass all her sugar-baking, sass-talking sixteen years on this planet. “You will keep that plug in your mouth until I tell you to take it out. If anyone asks you why, you will tell them because you got caught playing with yourself last night after you got caught fucking Billy Riggins. Is that understood?”

I could see Savannah’s eyes narrow in frustration and from her mumbles I could tell she didn’t agree with his decision while Catfish raised her high above the ground. She no longer swung around for fun either – keeping her knees locked.

“You can take it out to answer their damned questions,” Ted answered her as if he understood what she said – and maybe he did. “If I catch you with it out for more than twenty seconds or you are purposely talking to someone to keep it out,” Ted had already anticipated the games Savannah might play with his rules, “I will have you bend over and stick it up your ass right in front of them and then in your mouth, is THAT understood?”

“Mrmrmarph,” sounded a lot like “Yes it is, Sir.” as she nodded with her mouth full of rubber dildo, while being raised fifteen feet off the ground and dangling by her arms.

“Good, then piss and shit in that toilet – so we can see if this is hilarious or just sad,” Ted grinned – I think he was betting on ‘hilarious’.

“Drop that chocolate you dumb whore!” Daisy demanded Savannah let it go right in the toilet as my cousin dangled precariously twenty feet above it.

“Suckffth MY ass, I can’t hit that!” I heard my cousin answer back. I was either getting better at understanding her with a dildo in her mouth or she was getting better at talking with one stuffed in it.

“What do you want to bet she CAN hit it?” Ted asked his sister if she wanted to make a friendly wager.

“You and your fucking bets!” Daisy insisted they get on with this demonstration. She scratched her ass and then her chin and reluctantly asked him what the stakes were.

“It’s simple,” Ted offered her 5% of the total profit if she wins and would take 5% of the profit if she loses.

“Hey, I should get some of that!” Savannah had heard the two of them from her perch hanging naked from the crane and was promptly told to “Shut the fuck up,” while Ted made his deal.

He explained that all she had to do was hit the toilet and he wins. If she doesn’t then Daisy wins.

“Fudge AND Lemonade?” Daisy traded a euphemism with Ted to clarify the details of the bet. It was clear she was certain her brother had stacked the odds and she wanted to make sure she understand the terms of the agreement.

“Sure,” Ted offered his hand to shake on it and Daisy offered hers in response with a broad smile.

As soon as Ted went to shake on it she pulled her hand away and ran it through her brown hair, “Too slow.”

He shook his head in frustration but didn’t press the issue. He shrugged and told Savannah “Bombs away – bitch!”

“Fucking hard to go with all y’all watching like this,” Savannah was being swung by the high winds as she hung by her arms from the end of a crane and it seemed to me that it would be hard to go from that position more than it was just her vanity about being watched.

She had never been shy about farting or burping at any time – and she never once really balked the times she had to go in front of my brother in the bathroom or even the yard. I felt she was feigning a false modesty and I think Ted did too.

“You have ten seconds to go OR,” Ted yelled up an ultimatum.

“OR what, Sir?” Savannah sneered her response with almost crystal clarity despite the plug she held in her mouth, “You’ll hang me naked on a crane with a butt plug in my mouth?”

It was obvious she felt he couldn’t make things that much worse on us.

“I’ll put you in the pit for when the other two girls and Ryan have to do it,” Ted’s smile as he played his trump card was priceless. I couldn’t see Savannah’s face but it was obvious she had no response to that other than to begin pissing.

A steady long stream of yellow pee flowed out of her, quietly draining into the freshly dug earth-pit below. She had just quietly acquiesced. I could see Daisy watching to see if it hit the toilet with a morbid curiosity. I didn’t want to look down – I was simply thinking about the fact I was probably next, and it scared the bejeezus out of me.

I heard my cousin give a tiny grunt and I could have sworn she giggled. I looked up and saw a perfect brown-shaped torpedo fire downwards from her pert, spread asshole. It looked like a smooth, peeled banana as it passed by us and landed in the pit with a splosh. It was followed by two more almost perfectly shaped, smooth gooey turds before Savannah announced with a trace of her wry, sardonic humor, “That’s all there is – there taint na’ more”

“See – you would have won,” Ted smiled at his sister. Daisy wasn’t very happy at her missed opportunity to increase her earnings and stared angrily at Savannah as if that was her fault. I looked into the pit and Savannah had missed the toilet bowl every time – by a wide margin. One barely hit the pit at all.

“Catfish,” Ted shook his head while my cousin was lowered from her perch, “Have you thought this all the way through?”

“What do you mean?” Catfish beamed with pride – his cheesy mustache revealing a large grin.

“Well,” Ted pointed out that it might splash anyone standing close enough to watch it and that anyone could watch from a distance without paying.

“Details, details,” Catfish laughed off the questions dismissively.

“Did you ever stop to think not everyone wants to see girl’s peeing and shitting?” Ted made another point.

“I DO,” Catfish said he loved it. “The idea of a cute little minx having to spread her lips and spray that piss right in front of a crowd of guys or having to pull her cheeks apart and squeeze cheese out of that precious pink little asshole – it’s a fucking turn on,”

I could hear Savannah mumble the words “gross” as he lowered her to the ground so that her bare-feet touched the country-clay once again.

“Who gives a fuck if YOU do,” Ted told him “You are a fucking pre-vert like me. You like all kinds of fucked up, dirty, nasty shit.”

Catfish didn’t deny that point at all – he seemed if anything – very proud to concede the point with an agreeable nod. “It’s good to appeal to all kinds – some get turned on by it and if not – there is something else that will do the trick – whatever gets ya’ dick hard.”

“Yeah,” Ted agreed, but pointed out that they should try to appeal to common interests if they wanted to make the most money in their business plan.

“Do you think I could wipe my butt and get this plug out of my mowff, Sirs?” Savannah reminded them she was still strapped into the crane and we were all completely naked in an empty field next to the swimming pool while they strategized.

Catfish and Ted ignored her and continued to discuss their plan – a fact that only seemed to infuriate my cousin. I couldn’t quite understand why she seemed impatient if we were stuck here all day. The intense humiliations would begin soon enough. It dawned on me though that unless we started sucking enough cock to earn the 10,000 dollars – we’d be whored out and I wondered if my cousin’s sense of urgency came from that or the fact she was generally an impatient brat and hated to be ignored most of all.

“Tons of people like it – Google it!” Catfish swore his fetish was very typical for most men – whether they were aware of it or not. “Some guys just haven’t given it a chance – and sat there and watched it.”

“Tons of people like it?” Ted asked skeptically. He was waving his iPhone around and trying to get results from it without success. In frustration he finally handed it to my brother and had him google search the results.

“According to a quick search of Google there are 234 sites dedicated to girl’s shitting and pissing of the literally 24 million plus listings of sex sites worldwide – although I am not sure it is an all-inclusive list,” my brother answered very analytically.

“Thank you Mr. Fucking Spock,” Ted snatched the phone out of my brother’s hand disappointed, “You can go ponn farr or whatever the fuck you nerds do to jack off.”

Meanwhile, my cousin was still spread, tied up, with just a hint of brown on her perfectly tanned, well rounded keister. She mumbled into the dildo to get their attention, but the guys ignored her. I could see Daisy smile at my cousin’s frustration and knotted brow, which only infuriated Savannah that much more.

“I was actually agreeing with you,” my brother smiled at him and he seemed equally pleased that Ted knew what Ponn Far was. I was surprised I did – it was the Vulcan ritual for mating or something. I am sure I picked it up from listening to my brother at one point or another.

“Oh?” Ted became pleasantly surprised, “See – nerd boy agrees with me!”

“I mean I like to see things like that – in fact, I am fascinated with female buttholes in general. I love to see them open and part – there is a mystery in there. It is this final sense of submission as they allow me to see something so intimate that they would ordinarily never share with anyone – reserved strictly for private moments. There is something so dainty and at the same time raw about how they do it.”

“When I searched I got 36 million results for shit porn,” Catfish agreed with my brother’s answer and used it to validate his own results – holding up his own spiffy new iPhone.

Had everyone but us girls been able to buy iPhones the day before? They must have gone straight to an AT&T store to sign up when we were with Billy and Ryan at the party.

“Yeah,” Ted hit him in the back of the head with his own phone, “That’s like shitty porn – as in not very good?”

The two of them continued to argue as my brother released Savannah from her bindings and asked in the most mundane of ways who he should tie up next.

“Nobody,” Ted answered my brother angrily. Catfish seemed dejected until Ted announced a compromise by bringing us back over to the V.I.P. tent. “You twisted fuckers want to see my bratty niece and slut of a wife take their morning piss?”

The question was more of a statement that it was going to happen anyway as they walked us back over to the blue-tarped V.I.P tent by the D.J. booth.

The Wrestler took a long chug of his beer and shouted, “I am the tower of Powa’!, too sweet to be sour and funky like a monkey, brutha!”

“I know you are,” Ted humored him as he insisted “Pussy Boy” and my brother get two coffee cans for us and set them out.

“You know why you are going to shit and piss right here in front of everyone don’t you Ellen?” Ted hadn’t directly talked to me in so long I had almost forgotten my name – I was stunned and he asked if he was boring me. “Did you have something else on your mind?”

“No, sir,” I answered apologetically – I was genuinely in a stupor by how surreal this entire morning had been. I offered a naïve-sounding guess, “You like being mean, and it gets some people’s dick hard to watch us do it, Sir?”

“Stupid bitch,” Ted slapped me hard across my bare-breasts without hesitating. They jiggled and bounced and I noticed something – I hadn’t even flinched or tried to defend myself. I saw his hand reach out and come down hard, and stood there and took it. I didn’t like being slapped and felt guilty that I must have given the wrong answer. The part of me that is by nature a rule-follower hated to be wrong and punished for giving dumb answers; even though another part of me knew this was mostly for show and the entertainment of the on-lookers.

“You lost your privacy last night because when we gave you a little freedom – you turned right around and let Pussy-boy fuck you right in the ass,” Ted had confused Savannah taking it in the rear-end, but I didn’t correct him.

“Fuck yeah!” Wrestler cheered me enthusiastically, “Sky is the limit and space is the place, Oooo yeeahh!”

“No, it’s bad,” Ted had to explain to the wrestler that he wasn’t helping. “She is going to do everything right out in the open – and if it helps make money to pay for all the damage she has done, and all the money she wasted on stupid shit – then so much the better!”

I wanted to cry – I am positive I winced. I knew they were making all this up, about me wasting money when we had bills to pay, but their talking about me like I was a trampy, rich-snot felt so personal. It was as if I wasn’t even standing in front of them naked while they gawked at me – they talked about me as if I were an object. A disgusting, loathsome, object - deserving of ridicule.

I would have to get used to it, because it was going to be a long day and I was going to have to spend it like this.

My aunt nodded eagerly at Ted – clearly agreeing with his assessment of us. “I think it’s only fair – we did fuck up, Sir.”

“Of course it is fair, Dickbrain!” Ted smacked her on the tits the same he had me, and they shook from side to side as she stood there smiling at him. “You can never say I am unfair. Now get your poopers over these buckets and spread your cheeks – I will tell you when you can unload.”

I watched as my Aunt rushed over to a green plastic pickle bucket and bent at the knee while pulling her ass cheeks apart – facing away so that the men in the V.I.P. tent had a full view of her bald pussy and ass without shame or hesitation. I was expected to do the same, but I am sure I was both hesitant and already ashamed of myself.

I had pooped outside several times since this all began – but therewas a fresh rush of blood to my face as my butterflies and embarrassment renewed themselves all over again.

“You willing to make a little bet?” Ted was going to make us hold this position while he negotiated another bet with his sister.

She skeptically declined at first, but when Ted didn’t press the issue she asked curiously what the bet would be.

“I dunno,” Ted made us wait while the Wrestler ogled our spread asses. “I can give you 1% of the profits if Crystal fills more of her bucket than little rich-bitch does – just to make things interesting.”

“Interesting?” Daisy sounded insulted at the paltry nature of the bet.

“Well, I didn’t think you wanted to bet anyway,” Ted replied sheepishly. I looked over to my right and saw Crystal smile back at me sheepishly with a wink. She wiggled her ass playfully and the Wrestler responded with a loud, pleased, “The racers are on their MAR-ARK!”

“Hold your fucking horses, you shit beasts,” Ted cautioned us to wait while he worked out the deal with his sister.

Daisy increased the bet to 5% of total profits if she wins – but stipulated that she was going to bet on ME winning. “Crystal might throw the bet or something,” she seemed positive that Ted was up to something, but if that were the case – why bet at all.

Then again – Ted was ALWAYS up to something.

“You think you can out-shit your Aunt’s big-ass, Ellen?” Ted asked me to weigh in on the bet and a fresh wave of revulsion washed over me as I realized I was being asked whether I thought I could crap and pee more than my Aunt in front of a little audience. They were giggling – even Savannah seemed to be enjoying the scene playing out under the tent. She was smirking at me with her arms folded under completely naked breasts as she stood next to Ryan.

Ryan gave me a “just put up with it” shrug, as if to say –it was time to play along. He used to make me feel I was a total pig for doing this – but now he seemed to understand what I was doing. His acceptance – made this strangely easier.

“I really HAVE to go, Sir,” I wasn’t lying about that. I probably sounded a little too eager because everyone laughed – even my brother and Ryan. “I really can’t say as to whether I could win or not, though?” I answered his question meekly.

“You can stick a finger up your Aunt’s tail-hole and fish around – if you feel there isn’t anything but soft-cum up there then you can bet up to 5% of your own earnings on winning – sound good?”

“Who would the 5% come from, Sir?” I was skeptical of taking the bet. I knew for me to get five percent out of 100 – someone had to give up 5%. I don’t think Ted appreciated the detail question because he told me to forget it then. “You are too fucking greedy – you want an incentive to fill that bucket? I was going to give you a chance to increase your share – but now fuck it.”

“Wait a second,” Daisy considered for a second what Ted said. “If you win, I will GIVE you 1% of the 5%! How is that for incentive?”

“Wow, really?” I was genuinely enthused and thanked her for the offer. I hadn’t negotiated it and it was so out of character for someone as greedy and selfish as she seemed. I was wondering if I had misjudged her!

“You are a dumb whore – but you understand incentives – and never let it be said that a Gaylord doesn’t know the value of a motivated employee – but if you fuck up, then I’ll make your life hell today!”

“I thought you were going to do that anyway, Ma’am?” this time the laughter was not directed at me – but with me as the small crowd of people laughed. Ted, Catfish, O.J., S.S., Daisy, Savannah, Ryan, Conner were all in on the game – and the Watcher, the Wrestler, and Donger were happy just to watch and have direct access to our inner circle.

“So we have a deal?” Ted made the bet with Daisy and didn’t give her a chance to reply with something snarky. He told Conner to give us one full minute and “You better not have a damn thing held-back when you finish!” as he gave us the okay to empty our bladders and bowels.

I wasted no time pushing and grunting while Ted warned us both we’d be licking our crap off the sidewalk if we missed the bucket. “Your asshole is fat and wide – but you should be able to hit that bucket!”

There was an embarrassing fart before it all started to slide out – I nearly cried as I realized what a pig they must all think I am. I looked straight ahead in order to avoid the embarrassing sound as it crinkled and crackled and the piss splashed into my pickle bucket. There was no danger of missing the bucket. I think Ted just liked to make us feel like crap while we TOOK a crap.

The Wrestler let out a rebel-yell to urge us both on “Yeeee-hawwwww!!! Fuck yeah – I love dirty bitches!” His giggling and screaming, “CUT THE CHEESE, SISTA!” honestly made me giggle, even though I was trying to take this situation as seriously as I could.

“Come on you farty fucking twat,” Daisy’s encouragement was more of an abusive insult but I was not holding back. I felt the cascading waterfall flow out of my backside and the relief that follows as I just let it all out.

“Time!” my brother announced – and I puckered my asshole on cue to prevent any excess drip from falling right after. It had been just enough time to do everything I needed.

Ted seemed disappointed.

I was too nervous to look behind myself at the bucket I had squatted over. I felt like an American Idol contestant apprehensively waiting to find out if she made it to the next round – which made it feel all the more silly that I was nervous about the outcome.

Daisy was pleased! “Fuck yeah!” and Ted conceded defeat to her. My Aunt actually offered Ted the 5% out of her share but Ted said he would take “it out of her ass!” which only pleased Daisy all the more in her victory.

“She got real purty little poopies,” the Wrestler observed to no one in particular. I wasn’t sure how to respond to his intensity or his unusual compliments. I smiled at him sheepishly. It was strangely flattering that he wasn’t disgusted by the base animalistic, degrading act of being required to do something so intimately private right in front of him.

Current Split: Daisy wins 5% from bet

10% Odd-Job’s cut

5% Ted’s cut

20% Crystal’s Cut

10% Savannah’s Cut –Bottom Bitch

15% My Cut – Bottom Bitch

20% Lloyd’s Cut

5% Conner’s Cut

10% Daisy’s Cut

5% Catfish’s Cut

Imagine my surprise when she informed me, after making me look at the dirty-brown back-wash that came out of my ass, that I would be getting “1% of 5%” and not a full percentage point out of the 100%!

I probably should have seen that one coming. I tried not to let it bother me, but she rubbed it in further by mocking me. She laughed sadistically at my foolishness and told me to wipe the sour look off my face – delighted to have something over on me, “You’ve been had – you thought you knew it all, but you don’t know shit!”

“Learn to pay attention to the terms of the bet – you dumb slut. You don’t listen – that’s your problem!” she guffawed at how hilarious her deception had been. “The wording of these bets is important!” she danced a little victory jig – her mighty tits bouncing to and fro as she celebrated her new found wealth – and my receiving a fraction so small that it was absurd to even calculate it.

“That’s a freebie,” she winked at the guys who weren’t really paying that much attention to her anyway - that her jiggle had been for their benefit. She did her happy dance about doubling her stake in the operation – but seemed more pleased to have had one over on me.

I knew I hadn’t really risked anything. I had to participate in the contest whether I wanted to or not so really she didn’t even had to have offered me anything. The gloating she was doing over having tricked me – only added more insult.

I glanced at Savannah out of the corner of my eye. She was standing there naked listening to music coming out of the DJ booth and shaking her ass absent-mindedly but the look on her face was one of quiet determination that she would eventually get Daisy back and that was good enough for me. I smiled at Daisy and accepted the taunts - for now that is all I could do.

Karma had led us to the Buckman. The family car was going to be demolished for sport by rednecks and everything we owned had long since been stolen out of it. I had been humiliated every day for weeks but most of that had been by my own choosing. I felt that if karma owed anyone - it should be me.

It did seem that the most awful people so often became rich and successful while fucking over everyone around them – but one of the things that allowed me to keep my composure and play along was the thought that karma may eventually balance things out again.

“It feels good to take a good shit though doesn’t it?” Catfish asked me in a conciliatory manner. “It makes you feel five pounds lighter doesn’t it?”

“I guess so, Sir,” I chuckled slightly at how mundane he made it sound – like it was supposed to be regular morning conversation, even though he had just watched me evacuate the entire content of my bowels in a bucket.

My Aunt got on her knees and thanked Ted profusely, “Thank you Sir for letting me piss and shit this morning – I am so sorry I failed you once again. You can check – I let everything go I could, but my niece is just way MORE full of shit than me,” there was a slight trace of her old, witty sarcasm in the last thing she said, but Ted simply ignored her desire for forgiveness. There was a look of forlorn desire across her face that he acknowledge her. He just ignored us both as my Aunt remained kneeling with her hands up like a puppy begging for a treat and her ass wiggling like a dumb bunny.

“You two cock-suckers better not be hiding anything up your asses,” Ted warned us like it mattered intensely to him. It was hard to tell when he was pretending and when he was serious – I supposed that was the point of this charade and decided to try to put my game face on as well.

“Check then, Sir!” I wiggled my ass in his direction and remained bent over while offering him the snottiest of challenges I could summon.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Ted bristled at my insistence and slapped me on my butt cheeks, while encouraging me sarcastically to keep shaking my “dirty, rich, spoiled ass.”

I looked over my shoulder and offered him an icy retort, “YOU are the one who likes this – not me.”

“Oh, you are going to like sucking dicks,” Ted slapped my butt again. There was a playfulness to it even though it was a hard smack right across the cheeks. “How many cocks have you sucked this morning?”

He wanted me to admit it in front of the watchers – he knew the answer already. “One, sir.”

The Wrestler laughed the loudest, along with the other regulars who frequented the tent. It was not even 7 AM and already I had sucked someone’s dick – they must have thought I was a true rich-bitch slut. It might have hurt even worse if it wasn’t completely true. I couldn’t be certain if it was admitting it out loud or their laughter that was making me feel dirty and degraded.

“Just one?” Ted amused himself by pulling my cheeks apart and letting them slap back together while chortling about my situation and pretending he was surprised I had only had one dick to start the morning. “You are going to lose count by the end of the day, unless you want Daddy to learn what a disgusting beast his dirty little angel is – is that understood?”

“Yes Sir,” the line had blurred on reality and fantasy for the characters we were all playing down at the pool area a long time ago – but I was certain that Ted was not exaggerating at all. His snarky smile was confident as he watched my face while the thought of my father seeing me this way made me shiver.

“She likes to be a little cum-piggy when Daddy is down at the country club, but she’d never let him discover she’s been snogging the help for years!” he smacked my ass gregariously while the others laughed at me for being a horny rich-girl.

I let them have their laughs at my expense. Naked and vulnerable with only frosty looks to offer in return for their barbs only seemed to make them hornier.

“Anyone here like to test drive my niece’s mouth?” Ted offered me to the watchers in the tent. “She’ll suck your dick like her Mexican gardener on Taco Night!” Ted promised that I would please them with the back of my throat.

I wasn’t sure what that meant, but he had their interest and when he offered them 10% off as V.I.P’s, the Wrestler was the first to jump at it. “You know it, I’ve always wanted to get my dick slurped by a rich-girl! Oh yeah-aahhhhhh!”

I was no stranger to sucking dicks at this point, but his hyper-macho wrestling moves and throaty screams made me a little nervous.

“I hope you like the taste of my cum, MISSY!” he announced dramatically while slapping a twenty in Ted’s calloused hands.

“They say money can’t buy happiness, brother!” the Wrestler delivered an intense word of advice to Ted but added “But, you might be able to rent it once in a motherfucking while!!! OH YEAH!!!” he was beside himself that he had just purchased exclusive rights to my mouth.

I was surprised in myself that despite the intense humiliation - I wasn’t backing away from my obligations. I was going to suck his cock and as hard as it may be to believe – my pussy was throbbing and wet with a kind of erotic anticipation. It made me feel a bit disgusted with myself. I was raised to believe that doing like this were bad yet here I was willingly letting Ted prostitute me out.

“He asked you a question – do you love cum?” Ted insisted I answer, even though the Wrestler had made a cheesy observation and not actually asked me anything at all. I felt a little like my brother, wanting to clarify the detail rather than focus on the question. I suppose he and I are more alike than I care to admit at times.

“I do love cum, Sir!” I admitted with a trace of snottiness. I really hated the white viscous fluid - it reminded me of snot, but I knew that was what they all wanted to hear and their cheers confirmed that.

“She does, but that’s why she can’t swallow it,” Ted shook his head as if breaking bad news to our first real customer of the morning.

“Oh man,” the Wrestler only asked because Ted brought it up and Ted told him to watch when I am done – promising he would like what he saw.

“The Best There Is, The Best There Was, and The Best There Ever Will Be,” the Wrestler produced his hard, sweaty cock from his sweat-pants. His pubes reminded me of fine copper wire framing the seven inch pecker, “are you impressed!!”

“You are bigger than my boyfriend,” I had meant that as a friendly joke because I knew Ryan was watching from only a few feet away standing next to my cousin. They hadn’t been allowed to get dressed as they stood with their arms folded watching this scene play out. I sounded much more catty than I had intended once I heard myself say the words.

Savannah smacked Ryan on the arm, “Burn!!”

“That’s YOUR boyfriend?” the Wrestler was pleased while I turned towards him and kneeled – taking his cock in my hand in order to swallow it.

“No HANDS!” Ted smacked my hand as I kneeled on the sidewalk underneath the V.I.P tarp. “You’ll use your mouth – and only your mouth! Do you know why?” Ted asked.

I had already put his cock in my mouth but found it easier to answer around it, “So I give a better blow job sir?”

“No,” Ted told me he knew I was a good little cocksucker. “You are going to be beating off guys to get them ready to use your mouth – need to practice leaving hands free!”

"Limousine ridin, jet flyin, kiss stealin, wheelin, dealin, stylin & profilin son of a gun!" the Wrestler’s enthusiasm made it much easier to suck cock with everyone watching. He defused their attention and it felt like people were watching him instead of staring at my naked body on display while I fellated him as expertly as I could.

“Now, watch this!” Ted held up a finger – what fresh hell did he have in store for me to make things even MORE uncomfortable and humiliating?